Friday, September 28, 2018
Little Quilts Go Out Into The World
There is great satisfaction in getting up on a Saturday morning, deciding to make a quilt, and having it all done by Sunday afternoon. Having a large stash of fabrics and quilt batts makes this possible. As part of a general tidy-up at the Blue Door First National Bank of Fabric and Quilt Batts, I've decided to start making regular withdrawals. Over the last few months I've been drawing down my supply of small quilt batts, which measure in the range of 45" by 60."
I then pick one fabric for the front and a different fabric for the back, and typically a third fabric for the binding. I'm old-fashioned in some ways, so I baste the layers together by hand, but then I do the quilting by machine. I finish sewing the binding down by hand. I just think it looks nicer.
This batch have been sent out into the world where I hope they'll look bright and cheerful on the backs of sofas or recliners. They're a good size for naps or watching television. The red one with the green back measures 36" by 45", which I understand is a good size for a wheelchair user.
Posted by andrea.at.the.blue.door at 11:18 PM
Ha! Missed me by a mile!
|Cox's Orange Pippen from my tree|
When I was little I knew about apple trees. At this time of year my family would visit orchards and cider mills. Sometimes we'd pick apples from abandoned trees growing along fence rows.
Imagine my horror when I was very small and watching The Wizard of Oz for the first time and learning that the grown-ups had forgotten to tell me that the apple trees might be tetchy about having their apples picked!
But I'm glad to say I coped, have always liked apples, and have planted apple trees just about every place I've lived. My apple trees are largely sweet-tempered, providing the loveliest blossoms in the spring. At this time of year they're finishing up dropping their crop of apples, and if I happen to be walking under one of them when an apple lets go, well, I don't take it too personally.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Here I come, with a sharp knife and a clean apron
Since the brambles at the beginning of July, I've addressed peaches (60 pounds for slices and nectar,) beets (15 pounds of beets for pickles and 6 pounds of greens, because they're my favorite greens,) and tomatoes (25 pounds for crushed.)
I'm done for the season only because I've run out of cupboard space. This is too bad, because the apples are coming in now, and a dozen jars of applesauce would be welcome over the course of the winter.
If the title of this post seems vaguely familiar to you, it's because I borrowed it from "Here I come with a sharp knife and a clear conscience," most recently seen in several of Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin seafaring novels. It would appear that he found it in Volume 8 of The Monthly Repository (published 1834,) in a description of life aboard ship. The boatswain and his mates sang this out as incentive to get sleeping sailors out of their hammocks before being unceremoniously dumped out by having their hammocks cut down.
Posted by andrea.at.the.blue.door at 7:21 PM
Labels: beets, preserving, smug, summer, tomatoes
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